(Note: The following story takes place in the world of ~ExGemini. Characters are inspired by but are not a part of any current cannon. Some material is not intended for little minds, either age-wise or intelligence.)
The Watchtower was an impressive orbital station, rivaling even Avenger Tower and Xavier Institute in New York. But then again, it was the home of the "World's Greatest Superhero Team".
DJ stood out the observation window overlooking the planet. From his vantage point he could see Rhode Island as the sun began to set and as darkness started to close in.
He was dressed in his outfit as the registered superhero Ronin Omega. He felt it was only right since he was amongst other heroes. Watchtower operational drones silently worked through the station monitoring devices. The drones were a joint effort of Victor Stone and Karen Starr, incorporating the best in human and alien technology, with triple-safeguards in place so that no one techno-skilled being could completely usurp their programming. He was told they had human volunteers at one point, but security and confidentiality became an issue so they switched to robots.
Power Girl walked up to DJ, dressed in her body-hugging white bodysuit, red belt, blue gloves and boots, and flowing red cape. She blushed slightly when he turned around.
"OH!" she said with a shock. "I'm sorry, I didn't
She looked at him in his black-and-grey outfit, which resembled more of a monk's robes than the traditional "tights" that heroes wear.
"Wow," she said in amazement.
"Hello Power Girl," he said with a smile. "Sorry, Starfire and Troia asked me to join them as they brought another person over to the Island. I'd be with them but apparently they didn't get clearance, so I'm sort of confined to this floor only."
"Yeah, security is a little tight around here," she said. "But
to see you as
" She blushed.
I'm sorry, what's your hero codename anyway?"
"Ronin Omega," he replied.
"The last of the master-less samurai?" she said, scratching her head. "That IS what the name implies. And I thought a ronin was considered dishonorable, or at the very least inept."
"That was the reputation," he said. "But that is not the definition."
" she said. "Still, you look great. Very
"Thanks. It's more functional than flashy. However
" He gave her the once-over. "You know, this is the first time I've seen you in person in your outfit. I'm surprised anyone can put up a fight seeing you like this."
She laughed. "You'd be surprised! One time I was flying in New York and this AIM group was trying to blow up a building. I dropped in and cleared my throat. The guy in front of me turned around; took one look at me
" She held her hand up at the cleavage-exposed hole in her bodysuit. "And stayed right here for about thirty seconds before he realized he should be trying to get his gun out of his holster. Of course I had disassembled his gun by then, so when he pulled it out, it just fell apart in his hands."
DJ laughed. It felt good to be conversing with Kara as one hero to another.
Just then the lift doors opened and three women came out.
Kory Anders, dressed out in her dark purple body-hugging armor as Starfire, and Donna Troy, dressed in her star-patterned black outfit with a silver sash and boots, flanked by another visitor who was a little more demurely dressed but still just a beautiful. The third person wore a blue-white-and-black bodysuit similar to Power Girl's, although minus the cleavage-bearing hole. It was topped by a white cape with thigh-high boots and a strange red dragon-shaped hairpiece over the top of her scalp.
Donna made the introductions. "Ronin Omega, this is Zatanna Zatara, the League's resident expert on all things magic. Z, this is DJ, a.k.a. Ronin Omega."
DJ assumed a formal stance, extending his hand with a slight bow. "I have heard so much about you," he said with a grin. "My parents saw one of your father's shows many years ago."
She took his hand and returned his smile with one of her own. "My, you ARE a charmer! Donna warned me about you, but
The other ladies giggled. They knew what Zatanna was feeling when they had each first met DJ in person. There was just something about him
his poise, how he carried himself, how he looked at them
something that made them feel strangely attracted to him.
"We'd better get downside," Kory said finally.
"Don't worry," Power Girl said as she started to hover, "I'll be back down there shortly. I'm waiting to hear back from Terra, and then we'll both be down."
On the ever-popular Furian Island, a supply plane taxied into the airport hanger. As the airport crew unloaded the supplies, a certain crate could not be accounted for.
"What's this?" asked one of the hangar workers.
The pilot checked his manifest. "Banyan Tree seedling," he said.
"Seedling?" said the worker skeptically. "This thing is almost six feet long! I've never heard of a seedling being that big! Who requested this?"
The pilot checked the paperwork. "You know what? I have no idea. Does it say anything on the crate?"
The worker checked all facing sides for anything that resembled an invoice. "Nothing here." Then he signed. "Okay, I'll put this aside and have my supervisor check in on it. This isn't the first time we've had strange shipments come in anyway."
The pallet with the crate was taken to a back corner of the storage area along with all of the other containers that could not be accounted.
Several hours later, green shoots began forcing their way through the cracks in the wooden crate.
They quickly grew in size, getting thicker and longer, until finally the crate simply came apart at the seams.
A huge plant-like cocoon could be seen protruding from the wooden slats that used to make up the container. The cocoon then unraveled to reveal a humanoid figure.
Her body was average in form, maybe even fragile, but with an extremely pale skin with a hint of green. Her long red hair was adorned with flowers and leaves, with leaves as well as vines covered her breasts and waist areas. More vines covered her feet, and small vines decorated themselves around her wrists and hands.
Once upon a time she had a name. She was once Pamela Isley; a lover of the environment and ardent supporter of women's rights. But that was before a colleague forced her to undergo a radical transformation that made her connection to Mother Earth more literal than figurative.
Now she is more plant than animal. She is the wrath of Mother Nature; she is its avenging angel. Every ounce of her blood has been replaced with chlorophyll. Her body secretes nature's chemicals both toxic and intoxicating.
Now she is Poison Ivy.
She had heard about the Island only recently. After escaping Arkham, she made her way to New York instead of staying in Gotham. Hiding in Central Park, she heard several of the Avengers talk about an exclusive place where heroes and even a few criminals could live hedonistic lives without repercussions.
She just HAD to see this place for herself!
The asphalt concrete was an obscenity to her feet. Oils and toxins dumped callously on cement, the air choking with remnants of jet exhaust, and the nearby crates containing plastics and toxins. She had to get away as fast as possible. The call of the island's flora and fauna demanded it!
Zatanna had never seen a place like the Glow nightclub, and certainly never had an experience like the kind she felt when "The Glow Vibe" was turned on.
DJ had fine-tuned the experience since its initial debut. Where once the women would be feeling the reflected vibrations all the time, he began varying the pulsations. The women loved it even more, being able to enjoy the night longer and longer.
"Z" had followed the advice of her friends and wore a simple outfit to the club, although she still had no idea of the effect the anti-metal wax had on her magic-based powers. A simple request for a "dloc knird" resulted with everyone on the dance floor getting a cold drink in their hands. A simple exclamation of "arb dna seitnap" gave everyone, even the guys, bras and panties. Thankfully she shouted "esreveR" to return everyone's attire to normal. The people in the club, however, took it all in stride.
And then there was the effect of the "Vibe" itself. She had travelled the world and known all sorts of stimulation, but this was the first time just being in a club and being out on the dance floor could get her to sheer bliss. Pretty soon she was hanging out with her sister heroines and even a few questionable players, sweaty but still glowing in sheer delight.
"Why do I even BOTHER?"
Nathan Furian asked that out loud as he paced around the cove near his house.
It was about his fiancée, of course.
He loved Diana with all of his heart, and he had every intention of marrying her, but lately he began to ponder why he even tries to follow through with the plans.
Furian, the formerly Ascended being, was a creature of love. Diana knew this when she was getting to know him. She claimed to have "understood" the nature of their relationship, especially when Nathan began to invite certain women into their circle. She didn't complain when the green-skinned Shulk joined them. She was actually open to the idea of Kara joining them. And she said nothing when Selene and Natasha became involved.
But apparently she drew the line when Jen Walters wasn't the only color-tinted muscular woman in his circle of intimacy. Even worse was when they started using the nonsensical phrase "Snoo-Snoo" to describe their trysts in public. If there was one phrase that he truly wished he could excise from the human language, it would be "Snoo-Snoo".
"One stupid cartoon episode," he muttered, "and I'm stomping outside."
The "secret" was out when Leanna, the blue-skinned Shulk, was gloating out in the open about her recent "Snoo-Snoo Time" with Nathan. Leanna Shanks had intelligence to match her strength, but apparently subtleness was not one of her strong suits, especially since Diana was right there in the room when it was brought up.
Just then he felt something crack under his feet. It gave a wet feeling, as though he almost stepped on something. And for a half-a-second, he could swear he almost heard a woman yelp in pain.
A wayward vine was behind him. He had come down hard on the vine when he was stomping about, cracking it and spilling out sap. He felt somewhat sorry for doing that. He cradled the small vine in his hands and gently blew on it. Particles of cosmic matter reached the vine, repairing the damage, and brining it to life. The vine was stronger, somewhat thicker, and leaves began to sprout where the break once was. He gently put the vine back down on the grass and carefully made his way back to his terrace.
Several yards away, Poison Ivy began to wildly convulse around on the ground. It was HER vine that Nathan stepped on, something that came from HER body. It was her way of "stretching out" and getting a "feel" of the island. So when the formerly-Ascended being stepped on her vine she REALLY felt it. And then when Nathan blew some of his star-born essence onto it, that cosmic essence came into her.
Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire. Her eyes went wild, afraid of making any kind of noise to attract attention. After all, she wasn't even supposed to be there! The wrong word could send her right back to Arkham!
But soon she wasn't afraid of going back to Arkham, but rather it was of dying! She felt sick. Tremendously sick! She felt bile build inside her stomach. She hadn't felt this way since the initial transformation that made her who she was all those years ago. She felt the bile move upward and she instinctively rolled onto her stomach to expel it all instead of drowning in it. Green fluids expelled from her mouth. She felt her stomach churn and she again expelled it. And again. And again. And again.
DJ watched with admiration as Kory began brushing her long red hair. It was something that she loved to do after a rigorous time together in bed. He could sense there was something on her mind that she wanted to get out, but so far she hadn't found the best way to express it.
He walked up behind her naked form and kissed the nape of her neck. "Penny for your thoughts?" he said.
"Excuse me?" she said curiously. "Why would you make such an offer?"
"It's a figure of speech," he explained. "Something's on your mind, Kory
what is it?"
She set down the brush. "Will you be having sex with Zatanna any time soon?"
"What?" he said.
"I know we talked about our relationship and how I have no problem with you wanting to
'get it on'
with Kara if you so wish
so I was wondering if you would be also having sex with Zatanna while she is here."
"I don't know," he replied truthfully. "I'm still getting used to our time together." He put his hand over her left breast. She leaned back and gave a soft moan. He could feel her long hair get hotter from the excitement as her follicles started expelling energy, much like when she uses that energy to fly. "Why do you ask?"
if you do
" she found it hard to complete her train of thought being stimulated as she was. "I would ask
that you not
at least not right now."
"Can I ask why?" he asked.
"It's Donna. I feel
about my friend."
"I feel concern about her as well," he said. "Ever since we caught her mother in the grotto with that stranger, she really hadn't been the same."
"I still do not understand all the nuances of relationships," she said, turning around to face him. "My relationship with Nightwing was special, and yet he chose Oracle over me. Donna and I both agreed to share you, and yet so far you and I have been the only ones together in the hotel room. I love Donna as I would my sister
more so even
and yet she seems so distant from me
"Maybe we should talk with her," he suggested.
"Maybe YOU should talk with her," she counter-proposed. "She was your friend first before you became mine, and I think she fears that I took you away from her."
"You could be right about that," he said. "Okay, I'll have a talk with her and
Just then he backed away from her.
"DJ?" she said curiously. "What's wrong?"
He walked back out of the bathroom, his mind obviously distracted by something.
there's something going on," he said. "I can't put my finger on it, but
"I do not know what you mean," Kory said curiously. "Is it between us?"
"No," he replied. "It's something here
it's on the Island."
"Should we tell Nathan?" she said.
"I don't know yet," he said. "My intuitive sense is not that precise. I just know that something is
"Wrong?" she said as her green eyes glowed brighter. "We have not had that kind of problem since I've been to the Island. This is the most peaceful island in the world."
"I know, Kory, that's what startled me. Something doesn't feel right." He reached for his boxer briefs, which were at the foot of the bed. "Kory, I've got to meditate, try to see what specifically is happening. If you want to go back to your suite with Donna
"No" she said as she put on a robe. "I am an Okaaran-trained warrior. I will
watch over you while you meditate. If there is evil on this Island, we will make sure they regret coming here."
He leaned in to kiss here. "Thanks Kory," he said and then sat in lotus position and opened his mind to the world.
When Pamela Isley came to, she realized that something was fundamentally different about her. She saw it when she looked at her outstretched arm in the rising sunlight.
Years of having her blood replaced with chlorophyll made it pale-green, almost completely jaundiced. While she loved being in the sun, she hated the fact that she couldn't develop a tan like she used to enjoy in her prior life.
And yet before her was a pale but otherwise normal-looking bare arm! An outstretched arm with very HUMAN fingernails. Not hardened thorns, but actual fingernails!
She propped herself up off the ground, and as she did, she felt something slide off her.
It was the vines. The very vines that generously grew from her own pores to retain some minimal aspect of modesty when going anywhere in public. She felt them detach from her breasts and from her rear, sliding off to the ground below.
"Oh no, no, no, no
." she cried as she scooped up the dead vines that used to cover her breasts and groin and cradled them in her hands. "Please babies, please don't die on me!"
As she cried and held on to the vines, her hands gave off a faint glow. The vines twitched and started to come back to life.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Come to mamma! Come to me, my babies!"
But rather than reach back up to her exposed body, the vines started to grow down, taking root into the ground itself.
"Oh no, no, no, babies, what are you doing?" she said. "You
you can't move when you're like that! Come back to me and you'll be free!"
But the vines stayed in the ground, growing stronger.
"I can't hear you," she said in almost a panic. "Why can't I hear my babies anymore?"
Then she stared down at the rest of her exposed body.
Her breasts were never really large to begin with. She was thin, but not "toned" as the heroines are when they show off their bellies. Even the "bush" that was between her legs was gone and that area was smooth and hairless. She let her nearly-nude "Eden" attire and her pheromones distract the men and aggravate the women. But now that was gone. She literally had NOTHING on her. She was stripped bare by the experience.
"It's not FAIR!" she exclaimed.
Suddenly the vines grew larger and larger, sprouting leaves. The leaves gestured up towards her, urging her to pluck them from the vines. More vines grew towards her
stringy vines, like the kind used to hold things together.
She couldn't "hear" the plants anymore, but they were still responsive to her desires!
TO BE CONTINUED...